Okay... So...er... Don't hate me too much okay... Here's part of the next part...


He was waiting in the hallway for her.

“Is this private enough for you? Or would you like to find an empty classroom?” Emily asked.

Taking a deep breath, George turned toward the window that Emily had once looked out of.

“What are you playing at with that Cody guy?” he asked quietly, staring out at their tree.

I guess this is fine, she thought.

Emily hesitated in the hall and then took a few steps closer to him. “What are you playing at with Angelina?” she asked back.

George still wouldn’t face her. “I asked first.”

“I think you already know the answer, partially anyway,” Emily said. George just nodded.

“So you’re hanging out with him to make me jealous?” he asked.

“Yes...and no,” she said. He turned to look at her then.

“No? What could you possibly see in that guy? What is it about him that I don’t have, Ems?” Emily saw the pain in his features, in his eyes. She wanted to hug him, but she stood her ground. He was doing the same thing to her, and he did it first. Why should she feel guilty?

“He was there for me yesterday, when you were with Angelina. He was somebody I could talk to. We are just friends, George. Did we try to make you jealous last night when we were saying goodnight? Yes. But only because I wanted to hurt you just like you hurt me,” Emily finished coldly.

“Oh please, the way he looks at you. You are obviously more than a friend to him. Why can’t you open your eyes? Oh, but wait, I guess I forgot who I was talking to. You never open your eyes. You never open your heart,” George replied just as coldly. Emily had tears gushing down her cheeks now.

“Why can’t you open your eyes, George Weasley? I wanted you forever and always and I came to tell you that, but no, the first bump in the road and you go running to some other girl! This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen! Us fighting and ruining everything,” Emily yelled at him.

“What other choice did I have to make you see that we had to be together? Huh? I had to try to make you jealous so that you would realize we belong together,” he yelled back.

“That makes no sense! Why couldn’t you just wait?”

“Waiting may have taken a lifetime. I’m not Nicholas Flamel, I only have one lifetime.”

“Or it would have taken a few minutes. As soon as you walked out of my life, I knew I made a mistake. As soon as I had turned you down, I knew I had made a mistake. I knew I had made a mistake when I ran away the first time.”

“So, why did you keep running?”

“Because I was scared. Because that’s what I do. I run from my problems. I ran away from the Boggart. I ran away from Remus over the summer. I run from everything. But you were supposed to run after me! And when you didn’t...” Emily backed into the wall and slumped down to the floor.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” George whispered.

“Of course I wanted you to. But you didn’t, so it made me think that it couldn’t work out. That it wouldn’t work out. So I kept running. But then in the Shrieking Shack, when you ran, I went after you. And I found you with Angelina.”

“Emily...I didn’t...”

“It’s okay. Maybe this how it’s supposed to be. Maybe we should stay apart for a while. Like long distance friends,” Emily said sadly.

“Emily, no, I don’t want that. I want you and only you. We can make this work out. We can make it.” George sat down beside her and took her hand. She squeezed it once and then let it go.

“I’m not so sure we can, Georgie. Look at how much we’ve hurt each other. I’m sorry, but maybe this is how it’s truly meant to be.”

“I don’t believe that and neither do you,” George said. He grabbed her hand again, refusing to let it go.

“George—”

“I’m not losing you again, Ems. It’s now or never,” George said seriously, gazing at her.

*dot dot dot... Sorry, but I thought a cliffie was right for this... Let me know watchya think